A friend recently posted with regard to some of the books she read as a child; books that set her reading habits in train. For me, this has sparked a recollection, and remembrance of still more books in boxes under my bed, of the books that powered my imagination in younger days, books that fired and inspired, or were simply, mostly, a jolly good read. Whether it be flying through the air with Biggles, the extremely formulaic writing of The Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew, or the thrilling Willard Price adventure series. Not to mention one of my favourite childhood authors, Enid Blyton, of whom I read many including of course, the Famous Five, Secret Seven, Island of Adventure/etc. Then there were the short stories and one remains stuck in my head, as much for the title as for the story, a tale of assimilation I suppose, a story that still has resonance today, that is Ray Bradbury’s “Dark They Were, And Golden Eyed“.